Chapter 6: Eyes on Her

First, I am going to say a few random words so this chapter will be longer. Poo! Cannibal! Monkey! Beetle! Ass face! Buddhism! Birds! Canned Spam! That's just so gay. The Lama is as the llama is. Forever alone is the life I'll live, forever alone is the life I am living, forever alone is the way I was born to be. This chapter is exactly 2000 words! Yess!

I have a lot of people to thank, so bear with me!

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~Flashback One Week~

"Hey, Will?" I asked, lifting my head from his chest slightly to look at him in his clear blue eyes, the eyes that I would never get tired of, so long as I lived, and after that even. We were laying on the couch in the living room, I on the outer edge so I could get up quickly, if I happened to become sick again. The sofa wasn't all that big, so we were smashed as close together as humanly possible. His fingers traced little shapes along my hip, making me shudder against him. It was breathtaking.

"Yes? Are you alright?" Will replied hastily, his voice full of concern as he moved slightly over, pulling me a little more towards him, and so his face was closer to mine as we lay. His arms wrapped around my torso, spreading me with warmth, his lips pressed into the top of my head. He smelled sweet, like rainwater, and something else, a scent that I couldn't ever place, but I knew that it belonged to Will, for it reminded me of him when I smelled it.

"I am feeling better, you know. Don't be such a worrywart." I scolded him gently, a light tone in my voice, and I let myself melt into his warm embrace. He didn't laugh, or say anything just yet, but broke our eye contact.

"I do have reason to worry, James. I would not like to referred to as a "worrywart", but a very reasonable and cautious person, who cares greatly and deeply for you." He responded with a heavy gesture, and a sigh in his words, before continuing. "Must I remind you that you have been sick for the past two days?"

His voice was pleading and broken when he mentioned my sickness, and I could hear a heaviness in his tone, though it didn't surprise me. I had, in fact, been very sick; constantly coughing up blood and feeling faint and light-headed.

"Will..." I sighed softly, using his arm to sit up, and looking down at him.

"I'm sorry." He replied immediately, before I had a chance to finish my sentence, catching my eyes again and smiling weakly up at me, before lowering them once again. "I am ruining the mood, aren't I? What was it you wanted to tell me?" He sat with grace and waited with understanding crystal blue eyes, next to me.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

Instead of answering him right away, I took his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I loved the way they fit so nicely. Will smiled a little, tightening his grip on my hand, slowly pulling me towards him. I leaned in, and as we were almost nose to nose, I felt his other hand come up and cup my cheek, and his lips pressed against mine.

It was a feeling I still was not used to by then, one repeated so many times, but every time I still felt the tingles and butterflies come up. I guess that's love, I wanted to remind myself, but my thoughts were incoherent in my mind.

As his lips glided across mine, he wove his hands through my hair and moved on the couch a little bit, so we weren't in as awkward of a place. I didn't care, though. I wouldn't ever care, because as long as Will was there, he made me feel happy, And secure. He made me know that I was loved.

He unlaced his fingers from mine, and instead, wrapped them around my hip, pulling my flush with his body as he leaned onto the back of the couch, pulling me with him. I obliged, practically straddling him until he was still and comfortable. Once he stopped shifting, I let myself lean closer, pushing my lips onto his none too lightly. Our lips battled, our hearts pounded, and we were both breathing heavily. I pulled away, about to rest my chin on his head when all of a sudden his warm lips attacked my neck. He bit lightly and sucked, as if trying to leave a mark. I let myself enjoy it for a long while before pulling his face back up to mine, not half as gentle as our first kiss. His tongue traced my lips and I obliged, opening my mouth with a more than willing font. I moaned into our kiss, leaning even closer in. Will, wanting to be in control as usual, grabbed my waist even harder, pulling me straight onto him (though there was nothing straight about this!) and then flipping our positions so that he was straddling me.

His lips were rough on mine, sending amazing sensations to my mind. I accepted all of this so fast, letting my hands drop from his hair to his back. I moaned once more, trying to tell him to never stop with no words. He bit onto my lip, making tingles spread through my whole mouth. I gasped and grabbed his belt, making him smile against my lips and do it again. I arched my back, breaking our kiss by accident. Both of our breaths are heavy and intense and I am feeling light-headed. I let my head fall onto his shoulder breathing into his neck. He pulls back, sitting down next to me and pulling me onto his lap in a careless and comfortable position, but not one for kissing. His arms go around me and my hands hold on to them.

"What were you going to tell me before?" He says the second he can breathe, whispering softly into my ear and holding me close, as if to never let go.

"Oh...um...I keep seeing this girl crossing the window. But that doesn't matter." I replied slowly, sitting up a little more but not motioning to the window. It wasn't a cover-up, not entirely at least. It was true. This girl I had described had never faced us, looking towards the window, but she was always looking towards one of the three girls walking next to her, though, still. She seemed eerily familiar.

She was tall, just about as tall as the Lightwoods, and had long light brown curls that cascaded over her shoulders, and down to the small of her back. Next to her were two black-haired girls, one slightly taller and one average height, and a red-head I didn't recognize at all. I could hear them yelling "Dare!" and "Truth!" constantly, so I think it was safe to assume what they were playing.

"That's Tessa. She is my new next door neighbor. She is with Cecy and Iz. I don't know the other girl." Will didn't even look, which surprised me, a bit. "The episode is over. How about you get your violin and you can practice while I read?" He asked, looking into my eyes. Episode? "On TV." he explained without prompting, untangling himself from me and standing up beside the sofa.

I smiled in response, I loved playing for William. I stood up to retrieve my instrument, which was on a window seat in the corner. When I got there, I heard the girls scream in the back of my mind louder than earlier, hooting and cheering at an unknown cause. I tried to hear their words over the sounds of the rushing water coming from a little fountain in the corner of the room. Slowly so Will doesn't notice, I nudged the window open, just a crack.

"She dared you! You have to do it!" Cecy's warm voice cried, carrying crisply through the hardly open window, and I yearned to push it farther open, though that would be loud, to hear their entire conversation.

"Come on, Tessa!" Izzy cheered loudly, and I heard something in her voice. Laughter, maybe?

"Tessie, don't do it if you don't want to." The red-head added, almost too quiet for me to hear, and I couldn't hear Tessa's response, but I heard everyone scoff at it. I wonder what it was...

"Whatever. I guess you are going to wear your shirt when you go swimming, too? 'Cause you, girl, are a prude." Izzy's bad attempt at baiting her hit my ears, and I raised an eyebrow at the words. Cecy joined in with Izzy, mocking her jokingly.

"Guys, leave her alone. It's not her fault she's afraid. It's a pretty awful dare. You have to admit that." The red-head put her hand on Izzy's shoulder. The chorus of "Oooh" went around when Tessa stopped, apparently angry. I still hadn't been able to see her face, but I imagined it was bright read, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

"Fine!" She cried suddenly, her voice silky and sweet, though her tone was a bit harsh, and rushed. In the middle of the street, she threw her hands up in a signal of defeat. When they came down, they met the hem of her shirt, and her fingers curled around the edges of the fabric. "I can't believe I am doing this!" She screeched, then pulled her shirt up, up, off.

She started screaming, for reasons unknown other than the fact that she was half-naked in the middle of the street, her bare back arching while her friends whooped. Finally, she turned to the house and I saw her. I saw beauty. I saw perfection.

She had perfect pale skin with big grey eyes and light pink, soft, kissable looking lips. God, she was beautiful. Being quite tall and slender, she still had a fantastic hourglass figure and, in all honesty, she was comparable to a goddess. She looked a little shocked and a little mad, probably at her own actions, but that was nothing compared to her friend's reactions. They hooped and hollered, encouraging her to go on and finish the dare, though she looked a bit nervous.

So, that very moment, she took a deep breath and did as they requested. She laughed and gave in, holding her arms out and crying out with giggles while running around and screaming. And she was perfect. And beautiful. And attractive. REALLY attractive. I pulled myself away from the window, closing my eyes, trying to picture my grandma and bugs. Grandma covered in bugs.

But I'm gay, I thought to myself, yelled at myself, even, and in love! Those words were the only motivation I had to prove myself, what I believed, but when I turned and looked, spied, watched, as she ran down the street, only in a lacy violet bra and jeans, my breath caught in my throat, and the realization became clear.

Okay, maybe I'm bi...

Next chapter is going to be a little too serious for me, so sorry if it takes a little longer to post. I have a hard time writing when things get serious. Probably no making out, too. Sorry :3